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Hearts Pursuing, end… by Frauee
After an hour of silent pacing and tension, the brothers were rewarded by the
arrival of a man with news. Starley came to them.
“There is good news and bad news.” He searched their grim, yet hopeful faces.”
“Good news first.”
“Dante Dumas is in
“That’s the good news?”
“Well, there is a bit more. Vincent Layton’s hotel room is empty, but no one
saw him leave or knows anything about his whereabouts. They assumed he had gone
on to
Nick interrupted him. “So when do we get good news?” It was late and they were
all very tired and on edge.
“Dumas told the investigator, that
Heath was empty of himself. He could feel only the terror Isabel must be
feeling. He knew something was horribly wrong, as if somehow they were
connected. He winced at the cold that was gripping his heart. There would be no
remorse for Vincent Layton. He was a dead man.
Isabel was back in her, no the bed. She was not in her house. She had no idea
where she was. Her body cried from the beating Vincent had given her. She
shuddered as she remembered the painful punches to her middle and the slams
against the walls as he dragged her back into the room, which was now her
prison. He hadn’t stopped then. He had pulled her with her bad shoulder and she
could feel the burning pain. She almost wished she hadn’t fought him. She truly
felt she was dead as he took her neck between his two hands and began to choke
the life from her. Her breaths were small to emphasize her point, as even the
subtle in and out of air caused her pain in her damaged throat. She had found
no comfort in what she thought was to have been her final mental image, Heath.
Even if he could, would he come to save her?
She curled onto her side and hugged her legs to her chest, hoping to quell the
pains her body felt from every inch. Tears flowed down her cheeks. How had she
ever wanted this to happen? How would it end?
Morning dawned and the brothers would not be deterred from partaking in the
investigation. They waited outside the land office for an hour, befor the first
worker to arrived. Shortly after opening, a young marshal arrived and clarified
their needs. There were 5 men who worked in the office and each would need to
be interviewed. As they questioned the men, they were having no luck. They then
set about reading the massive books of records.
As they were about to give up and return to the house, another man entered. He
was a large man with an air of hard work about him. It seems he owned a
construction company. He hung out at the land office to find jobs. The
appearance of the man, called Sparrow, jarred a clerk’s memory.
“Hey Sparrow. Didn’t you and your crew do some work for a guy a month or so
ago? Take a look at this picture.”
Jarrod showed the man the photo.
“Yep, that him alright. He’s a weird one. Glad to be through with him.”
“Why? And where was the work?” All three brothers and the marshal gathered
around the man holding their breaths. Praying this was the break they needed.
“He bought the old
“Where is this place?” Heath was feeling his first waves of hope.
The man told them how to get there and they thanked him. The young
inexperienced marshal told the Barkleys to go back to the house with him to
inform his superior. Nick all but laughed in his face.
“You don’t seriously think we have the time to go back do you?”
“You are not authorized agents of the government. If a crime has been
committed, we have to follow proper procedure.”
Jarrod interceded. “You go inform your boss and tell him to meet us there. We
will be waiting.”
They split up and heading in opposite directions. Each brother praying they
would arrive in time.
As they entered the older section of town, they found it deserted. The once
stately mansions had been built too near a fault line and most had been badly
damaged in an earthquake. What remained were isolated boarded-up homes
reminiscent of a time long gone. The quickly identified the home they sought.
It was three stories tall and stuck out above the rest. They were happy to find
a tall overgrown hedge to block their arrival. They had no idea what to expect.
Any confidence they felt at arriving unnoticed was false.
“Do what you can to eliminate the dark haired ones, but leave the blond to me.”
Vincent turned and proceeded to Isabel’s room. He found her curled on her side,
awake, but ignoring him. He moved to her side and withdrew a syringe. Before
she could react, he had plunged it into her arm and injected its sinister
fluid.
He rolled her to her back and ran his hand up and down her exposed body. To her
it felt as if acid was being applied. Tears fell from her eyes. He took no
sympathy.
He ran his hand up her leg and paused to let it rest in between them. She held
her breath. He then leaned in and kissed her, forcing his tongue in between her
lips. She was confused. She felt she should surely be able to control her own
lips, keep his infectious probe out, but she felt her body numbing. She had no
control.
“It all ends soon my dear. Soon you will know the pleasure I can bring you. But
first, I have to kill the Barkley brothers. They’re here you see. I imagine
they are almost to the front door.”
“Nnnnooo.” Her voice was slurred and even the simple word spread further pain.
“Yes. Prichett will see to Nick and Jarrod, but Heath will be all mine. And you
will get to watch him die Duchess. Don’t forget, I am an excellent shot.” He
paused to let his words give fire to her fear. “You can save them however.”
“How?” Her voice was so small.
“Very easy. Tell them you are staying with me by choice. Tell them to go away
and never return.” He watched her face for reaction. “Their fate is in your
hands.”
“They won’t believe me.”
“Make them, or they die.”
(26)
She had no choice. She would not be responsible for the deaths of the three men
she loved most in this world. Although she did not trust Vincent to keep his
word, if there was any hope, she prayed she could convince them.
He moved to help her from the bed. She was unsure of what he had given her, as
her body was moving, but she felt nothing. She seemed to have no connection
with the physical world.
The brothers stopped their advance just outside the main gate, about 20 feet from
the front doors. Nick indicated to his brother’s that he would go around back.
Three shots in succession would indicate to the others that one of them had
Izzy. Their concerned eyes met, silently wishing each other luck. Jarrod and
Heath, slowly opened the front door, prepared for anything.
They entered a massive room, barely lit by the cracks in the boarded windows.
There seemed to be doors everywhere. In the center of it all was the largest
and most elaborate staircase either man had ever seen. On its path to the three
floors of the building it took one twist and turn after another. Both men knew
it could not be structurally sound and dreaded the journey up. Heath indicated
that he would take the stairs and Jarrod should check the first floor. He agreed
and split up.
Meanwhile, Nick had arrived at the back of the house, where he found not only a
kitchen door, but also a staircase leading to a balcony on the second floor. He
debated which to explore. Sparrow had said his work had been on the third floor.
Nick decided up was a better option. He knew Heath would head directly to the
third floor and assumed Jarrod would clear the first. He mounted the old
staircase with steps more rapid then practical.
Jarrod was slowly and methodically moving through the first floor. Sparrow had
not lied; this had once been an amazing home. He was continually surprised to
find a next room and a next. As if the situation wasn’t dire enough, he
realized that Izzy could be anywhere and moved before they even found the right
floor. He finally found what was once the dining room and guessed at the best
door to the kitchen. He entered slowly, his eyes adjusting to an increase of
light. His mind jumped into full senses. The boards had been removed to allow
more light. There was definitely someone here.
He was too late. Out of the darker corner of the room, a huge man appeared and
swung at Jarrod. He was just able to duck from the man’s reach, but not for
long. It seemed as if he crossed the room in one step and bore down on Jarrod
again. He got in several punches and had gotten enough distance to use his gun.
He pointed his gun and prepared to fire, but was too late and the large hairy
first snaked out and grabbed his weapon and threw both it and the man attached
to its trigger against the back wall. Jarrod was too stunned to move fast
enough this time and received the powerful upper cut to his jaw and slumped to
the floor after his head snapped back to contact the still firm wall.
Prichett stared at the man. He was unsure if he should finish him off now, or
move for the second dark haired man. Luckily for Jarrod, he opted to search out
the other cowboy. The entire rescue was doubly blessed in that moment, as
Prichett neglected to check for Jarrod’s gun, leaving the unconscious man
armed. Prichett, moved to the servant staircase and made his way to the second
floor.
Nick was also cautious and checking out all the potential rooms on the second
floor. He slowed his advance. He found himself trying to imagine the family
that had once lived here. There seemed to be a million bedrooms. In rare
moments of chagrin, Nick had wondered if their mansion, built on hard work and
sweat, was ostentatious. After touring just the second floor, he knew they had
a long way to go.
Every nerve in his body was on edge. It was an old house and each move he made,
no matter how light or slow, produced creeks and groans. He knew he wasn’t
sneaking up on anyone, so kept his mind and weapon prepared. As he entered the
main hallway, he saw a large figure looming just in front of him. In the
initial light, he wasn’t even sure if he was facing the man’s front or back. He
tensed in preparation of the inevitable meeting.
“Cowboy, you ain’t welcome here.” The voice came at him directly and Nick saw
the man’s dark face as he stepped toward him.
“Well now, I will be happy to go, just as soon as we claim what we came for.”
Nick was confident.
“Go ahead. Claim your dead brother downstairs and you can go.” Nick’s heart
lunged into his throat. Who was it? Heath or Jarrod? Was this brute even
telling the truth?
Prichett was not known for his intelligence, but he had decided he would lure
the two men he had been charged with as far away from his boss as possible. It
made sense to him.
Nick tried to talk his way into more information. “So, you killed my brother?
And he is downstairs?”
“Well now, honestly, I don’t know if he is dead, but maybe we better go check.
Or, you can stay here and I can go finish him off?”
Before Nick could respond the man moved to the main staircase and began down.
In an instant decision, Nick followed. He caught the man midway through the
first curve and jumped on him. He was able to turn the man, forcing him to
receive the blows from the stairs as they tumbled down. As they crashed down, Nick
could feel the stairs groaning at the weight and whenever they hit a railing it
failed and they risked falling through to the floor below.
They finally landed at the bottom and Nick expected to find the behemoth
unconscious. He picked himself up and prepared to search for his brother. He
made the simple mistake of turning his back to the man too soon. In the next
moment, he felt two large hands grasp his neck and throw him against the wall.
Nick fought back with all his might and for what seemed like an eternity, they
exchanged punches and throws.
Their battle had not gone unnoticed. Jarrod had regained consciousness and was
staggering his way toward the battle sounds he was hearing. As he came under
the stairwell, he saw Nick and the man thrashing. Between their movement and
his spinning mind, he knew he was unable to get off a clear shot. He prayed for
a break in the action to save his brother.
After what seemed like hours, his chance came. Nick managed to get a good shove
in and moved away from Prichett, when shots from above them sailed down the
stairs. It was enough distraction. As Prichett regained his footing and
advanced on Nick, the shot rang out. A strange look came across the dying man’s
face. Nick watched his face turn from anger to confusion to hurt. With hurt
frozen on his face, he fell forward face down at Nick’s feet. Nick looked past
the falling form to see his older brother sway toward the banister for support.
He sidestepped the corpse at his feet and moved quickly to his brother’s aide.
“He said he’d killed you. Glad to see he was a murdering liar.”
“I’ll be fine. We need to help Heath.”
Heath had just missed the appearance of Nick and Prichett in the second floor
hallway. He worked his way quickly up the stairs to the third floor. He had
relaxed his mind and was letting his instinct move his feet. He knew in his
heart, Isabel was near.
His arm holding her around the waist caused her increased pain. She struggled
to find some way to deny the impending course of events. She willed her body to
follow her command, but it acknowledged only his. She had thought she was
hopeless in the darkness of
Heath heard the shuffling footsteps from down the hall. He tensed for a moment
in indecision. Did he attempt to hide in one of the rooms, or face the imminent
danger head on? He was offered no further time to decide, as
Vincent stopped, seeing the man in front of him. He straightened Isabel’s
stance, by pushing her with his hip. Noting the change in stance, she slowly
raised her head and saw the man of her dreams.
“Heath?” Her voice was barely audible, but floated on an echo through the empty
hallway.
“It’s all over Bella. We’re here to take you home.” He hoped his words offered
her some comfort. He couldn’t hear the whispered words of the man who held
their fate in his arm.
He leaned his mouth in to her ear. “Be good now duchess. My gun is trained on
him, and even holding you I will hit him in the chest. He, however, will not
fire, as you are too close to me. Choose your words wisely and he lives.”
She took as deep a breath as her sore neck and lungs would allow. “Heath. You
need to go. I am staying with Vincent. Please go.”
“No can do Bella. I came for you and I’m not leavin’ without you.” His words
were strong and confident. There was no shred of doubt as his words entered her
ears.
She heard the click of Vincent’s gun and tried again, to save her love.
“Heath, please! Go now and take Nick and Jarrod with you.” Her voice had found
some strength.
“Not without you.” He figured
Vincent’s arm tightened on her waist. “We’re through. You said so yourself.”
“You didn’t answer my question.” He wished he had better light. He might try to
shoot and hit Vincent, but she was too close and in the dimness, he might
easily miss. He knew he needed to lure them down the hall, to the more open
area on the landing.
She turned her head ever so slightly to Vincent. “Yes, I love him.” The lie
sent daggers into her heart and spewed tears into her eyes, blurring her
vision.
“I don’t believe you. Come here and tell me. Look me in the eyes.”
Vincent had no trouble moving forward. He had been lying to Isabel, he was
uncertain of hitting Barkley with a deathblow at this distance, with her in his
arms.
In that second of hesitation, the same plan entered both Heath and Izzy’s mind;
as if they had both read Vincent’s decision and prepared to act in advance.
Moving in seemingly slow motion, Vincent dropped his arm from Isabel’s waist
and moved his hand to fire at Heath.
Heath had sensed the movement before it happened and had raised his gun an
instant earlier and both men fired. Heath then ducked out of the way, back
toward the landing. Isabel, finding a resolve she thought blocked by the drug,
began to crawl away from Vincent, as soon as her body touched ground. She
crawled quickly toward Heath.
Heath’s shot had been faster, but not true enough to kill. Vincent took just a
moment to check his injured arm, the blood already pouring down the length of
his sleeve. He took a deep breath and followed after the crawling girl.
She had made good progress and was nearly to Heath when the gunshot from
downstairs resounded through the house.
“Ha! Barkley, one of your brother’s is dead. Soon you’ll join him.”
“How do you know it wasn’t your man?” Heath was tucked behind the corner and
had no idea Isabel was as close as she was. He sprang forth quickly and took
aim down the hall. He pulled the trigger, but his gun misfired.
Vincent laughed at the beautiful turn of events. He advanced more quickly. As
Heath had turned he saw Bella coming toward him and moved to bring her to his
safe arms. He was just about to her, as he looked up and saw Vincent taking
aim. He had just an instant to decide whether to pull Isabel to safety or hide
himself. As time froze, he remembered his promise to protect her and pulled on
her outstretched hand.
Isabel had read his eyes and knew the choice he was making. She willed her body
to one more triumph and pushed herself up with all her might as Vincent’s
bullet left his gun. She heard both men let out an anguished scream as she felt
the hot lead pierce her flesh. Her strength gone, she collapsed into Heath’s
arms, the force of impact sending them both sprawling onto the landing.
Vincent charged down the hallway to seize his beloved duchess. Heath had no
time to check her wound as she lay limply in his arms and he tried to gently
push her aside to meet the deranged man head on. He had no time to react as
(27)
Nick’s smoking gun was the first thing he saw as he turned his head from the
wall. Blood trickled from a small cut above his eye. He looked beyond his
brothers and saw the broken banister and screamed with terror. He pushed past
his brothers, who were close on his heels, and ran down the stairs. He froze in
his tracks at the sight before him. He had failed her.
“She’s alive Heath. She’s alive.” He had sensed his brother’s thoughts.
All three knew her hold on life was tenuous at best. She landed half on her
side, but both legs were splayed out beneath her at unnatural angles. The blood
from the bullet to her back encompassed her entire back and there was a deep
gash bleeding profusely from her head.
Nick stood and moved to Heath and grabbed his shoulders. “We gotta help her. Go
get help.”
He didn’t wait for a reply from his brother. He flew past and ran to the first
parlor, where a chair had been draped with a cloth. He returned to her side and
proceeded to help Jarrod bandage her wounds. Praying they could stem the flow
of precious blood somehow.
Heath finally spoke. “There’s no time. We have to take her ourselves.”
They bandaged her as best they could and then Heath lifted her into his arms
and carried her to their carriage. Jarrod drove and Nick followed bringing the
other horse. As they careened through the streets, they passed a group of
marshal’s on horseback. Recognizing the brothers, Starley ordered half the
group to proceed and the other to follow the men.
Heath was aware of nothing but the woman in his arms. Tears rolled unashamed
down his face. He was glad she was unconscious and unable to express the pain
she had to be feeling. They had not even bothered to splint her legs. At the
same time, he was terrified that she would die and if that was not devastating
enough, die without knowing how much he loved her. She would die knowing only
that he had failed her.
“Hurry Jarrod.” He could feel her slipping away.
In ten minutes, they pulled up in front of St. Elizabeth’s. It was a good
hospital. Heath was attempting to step down with Isabel in his arms, but it was
difficult. Nick tried to take her, but Heath pulled her closer and finally
jumped. How he landed on his feet no one knew.
He carried her up the stairs following a bellowing Nick. A door was opened and
Heath finally relinquished his burden to a waiting table. Doctors and nurses
were flooding the room, attempting to remove the brothers. Heath stared in
stunned disbelief at the sight before him. She was still and deathly white. The
bandage on her head had soaked through and oozed her precious blood. He
couldn’t see the wound on her back, but saw a pool of blood already beginning
to spill over the edge of the table. Her legs had been readjusted and now took
an entirely different shape.
As Jarrod and Nick each captured one of his arms, Heath broke free and pushed
through to her side, just at her head. He knelt down and whispered to her.
“Bella. I know it seems bad. But you can do this. You can fight. Don’t you dare
give up on me, ya hear. I love ya, and we got a whole life together.” His head
sank to rest next to hers, but didn’t remain long as the doctor touched his
shoulder.
“We won’t have a chance if we can’t get to her. Please wait outside.” Normally
Dr. Timbers was a man of action in emergencies. The scene before him was the
first in many years to tug at his steeled heart. He found himself vowing to do
what ever he needed to save the young girl before him. They seemed to deserve
that chance.
Heath allowed his brother’s to pull him out into the waiting area. His face was
filled with terror and pain. His tears ran freely and mixed with her blood,
which coated him almost everywhere. A nurse came and brought the men a towel,
which Jarrod used on an unresponsive Heath to try and clean him up. It was
obvious it wouldn’t have much effect.
Jarrod stood back and spoke quietly to Nick. “I’ll go back to the house and get
him a change of clothes. I will also stop and wire mother. She needs to be
here.”
Nick nodded. And as Jarrod turned to leave, Nick caught his arm. “Hurry Jarrod.
If… I can’t do this alone.”
“I will.” He turned and rushed away.
Heath sat perfectly still in the chair in the large waiting area. His
appearance was disturbing to others, so between Nick and a nurse, they
propelled him to a smaller, private waiting room. Nick asked the nurse to let
his brother know where they were when he returned. Nick was as terrified as
Heath. He buried his fear down deep. Heath needed him to be strong now. He had
to do that for them both.
Nick paced the small room and Heath sat quietly. Their secluded silence was
dashed by a commotion in the lobby. Nick moved to the door and turned panic
stricken back to Heath. Being wheeled into a room down the hall was Vincent
Layton. Following his gurney was Ken Starley. Nick longed to lunge at the
gurney and murder the man with his own two hands, but he knew, as angry as he
was that Starley had brought the man here, Heath would be livid. He needed to
protect his brother from this knowledge.
Nick was too late. Heath had silently moved behind him and witnessed the entire
scene. He pushed past his brother and followed the crowd into the room. Doctors
were scurrying around trying to save them man by bundling his injury.
Heath calmly withdrew his gun and pointed it in
Everyone stopped and looked at Heath. He was completely unaware. Nick’s mind
was racing a hundred miles an hour. He knew he needed to stop his younger
brother, yet part of him knew his older brother would get him off if he killed
the maniac. All eyes watched the blood soaked man and they held their breaths
waiting for his next action.
The voice was quiet, cold, so very frigid. “Let him die.”
Starley attempted to talk reason. “Mr. Barkley, put the gun down. There are
innocent people here.”
It was the unnoticed doctor’s words that got through to Heath. “There is no way
he will live. It is just a matter of time.” Understanding the situation, the
young doctor then added. “He is in great pain. He’s suffering.”
Heath dropped his gun and returned it to his holster. He turned and left the
room as quietly as he had entered. Starley moved to follow Heath and began to
talk of an arrest. “Mr. Barkley you can’t just go waving your weapon around in
a hospital. I am afraid, you are going to have to…” He never finished his
sentence as he met with a giant solid wall of Nick.
“You can’t honestly believe you are going to do anything with my brother?”
Starley backed down and left. Within 30 minutes, he came back to the door to
report that
“Mother!”
“I knew I needed to be here. Audra is coming tomorrow. Have we heard anything?
How is she?”
Nick slowly shook his head. She moved to Heath’s side and placed her hand on
his. He didn’t acknowledge her. She noted the bloody clothes and the cut to his
face. Her heart was breaking. She feared not only for the girl she loved as a
daughter, but her stepson. She suddenly wondered if this was a loss he could
ever recover from. The guilt he felt alone would eat at him forever. She moved
her hand to his face and turned his cheek so he faced her.
He blinked back tears. “Mother…” His words stumbled agonizingly from his lips.
“I’m so sorry. I couldn’t hold her. God help me I tried. I…” His body seized
up. She moved her arms around his
shoulders and held him. When his body had relaxed, she again raised his face to
meet hers.
“Heath. You have to be strong for her. She needs you more then ever right now.
This is not your fault. He was a sick man.” She looked at Nick and Jarrod. “Go
with your brothers and get cleaned up. If Izzy sees you like this, she will
throw a fit.” All three brothers just stared at her. It was the first time they
ever heard their proper mother refer to her as anything but Isabel. It
confirmed for them all the depths of her fear as well.
Heath stood and left the room with his brothers. A nurse showed him where he
could clean up and after he had washed and changed, another nurse led him to an
examination room down the hall to have his cut looked at. Nick indicated to
another nurse that Jarrod had a pretty good-sized goose egg on his head and she
directed him to another room. Nick paced the hallway between the two rooms,
struggling to temper the rush of emotions and fear that threatened to overwhelm
him at any minute.
Heath exited first. Nick moved to his side. Heath waved him off. He seemed
calmer. “I’m gonna go walk around a bit. The nurse says if things are going
well, it will be some time before we know anything.” His voice grew quiet. “If
they come soon, it most likely means we lost her.” He moved slowly down the
hall, away from his stricken brother.
The nurse finally came out of Jarrod’s room. “Mr. Barkley?”
“Here. I’m Nick. How’s my brother?”
“He fell asleep. He will be fine. Just a mild concussion. We’ll just let him
rest here for a while.”
“Thanks.” She saw the conflict spread across Nick’s face.
“You can wait with him, and I will come get you if there is news from surgery.”
He gave her a half-hearted smile. “Thanks again. I owe you.”
(28)
News was slow in coming. Heath wandered the hallways, not wanting to stray far,
but unable to stay still. He turned down a hallway and found himself entering a
small chapel. It was dimly lit and very tranquil. He moved to the kneeler in
the front of the room. It was deeply padded and faced a large crucifix.
A wry smile lit his lips as he looked at the wooden structure in front of him.
Izzy had noticed the crucifixes at the Smith’s. His initial reaction was to
curse God. It was the worship of the deity that had caused this nightmare. He
shook off the thought. It did no good to curse God. In fact, right now, he felt
God was Izzy’s only chance. He didn’t remember a time in his life when he had
agonized this much.
He was so lost in his thoughts; he didn’t hear the other man enter. He felt the
pressure change on the rest and turned to meet a kindly plump face. Following
his gaze down, he saw the black shirt and white starched collar.
“May I pray with you son?”
“It belongs more to you.”
“God belongs to everyone and no one. Is there someone I might pray for?”
“I’d appreciate that. She needs all the prayers she can get.”
Reverend Morris had seen the young girl arrive and had been praying for her
survival all along. He assumed this was the woman he referred to, as no one
else had arrived in dire shape recently.
The young hurting man continued. “She doesn’t deserve this. She blames herself
for everything. She’d probably try and find some reason to put her condition on
herself.” She turned back to face him, his eyes pleading. “If you got any
special pull, please use it. If I could, I would trade places with her. He can
take me instead if he wants a soul.”
“My son. God doesn’t trade souls. But your offer does show him the depth of
love in your heart. He knows what is best for us even if we don’t understand.”
“I’m sorry. But is that supposed to help?”
Before he could answer. A nurse appeared in the door. “Mr. Barkley? The doctors
are coming to meet with the family.”
Heath was up and out the door in the blink of an eye. He joined the rest of his
family, including Jarrod, back in the small waiting room. After a few tense
minutes, two weary looking doctors arrived. Before they could speak, Nick
jumped to his feet and asked how Izzy was.
“She is still alive.” He paused to allow his words to sink in. He hoped it
wasn’t giving them false hope though. “I am Mark Timbers and this is John Sutter.
We have been caring for Miss Winthrop since you brought her in.” He watched
their anxious faces, not sure how to proceed. “She is in a bad way. Her
injuries are so severe, that if I may be blunt. I am not sure why she is still
with us.”
“But she’s gonna be ok, right?” Nick again spoke the question the family needed
to hear.
Dr. Timbers shook his head slowly. “She has a major head trauma. We stitched
it, but there is a small skull fracture. It seems she was beaten before the
fall and she suffered a dislocated shoulder and several broken ribs. Actually,
there is no way to be sure, but the bruising in those areas is a bit older.” He
took a deep breath, waiting for the family to catch up. “She lost a grievous
amount of blood from the bullet in her back, as it nicked an artery and did
some serious damage. We think we have caught everything.”
“Think?” It was Heath’s quiet voice this time.
“There was a lot of damage. I am not sure we got everything.”
“Time will tell?” He responded.
“If she has enough time. I am sorry. I feel like I am dancing around this. We
haven’t even gotten to her legs or shoulder. I am not sure if it is worth going
into. This is my colleague, Dr. Stanton. He is the orthopedic specialist on our
staff.”
Dr. Stanton, who had been quietly listening, cleared his throat to speak. “Both
legs are broken. Her right has two breaks. She has a broken femur and tibia.
Her left tibia suffered a compound fracture. We have set them both, but not
cast them and the left leg will require surgery.”
“When will you operate on the leg?” Heath had taken control of the family’s
questions in a calm voice that hid his growing fear.
“We can’t. Well, not any time soon.”
“Won’t that cause further damage?”
“It might, but she would not survive another operation at this time.”
“And her shoulder?” It was Nick who asked, wondering how her shoulder could
survive another damaging blow.
“It has been severely damaged before. I set it, but we will have to wait and
see. It is possible it will need further surgery as well.”
Dr. Timbers hated the course of this conversation. This family was in agony and
he was not going to make it any better. He decided to withhold some of her
condition. In all likelihood it wouldn’t matter. He took a deep breath and
faced them confidently. There was no easy way to deliver the news. “I don’t
think she will survive more then a couple more hours. Her pulse and respiration
are already showing signs of slowing down, at best the night.” He watched the 4
faces blanch at his news. “I’m sorry. I wish I could offer you some hope. By
now they have set her up in a room in our critical care area. We will wave the
rules and allow you all to sit with her.”
“Will she wake?”
“I don’t know. Perhaps briefly.”
No one could speak further. They followed the two doctors to a room on the
second floor. Isabel’s body was elfin and frail. Her legs were propped up on
two pillows and a large pristine bandage swallowed her head. Unless you looked
closely, you couldn’t see her breathe. Heath immediately moved to her side,
pulling a chair with him and sat. He took her hand from under the blanket that
covered her battered body and held it. He leaned in close and gently kissed her
cheek.
He whispered and no one else heard his words. “I’m here Bella. I love ya like
nothing else and you have got to fight this. I need you. Please. You can’t
leave me like this.”
Tears streamed down
An hour later, the family still sat around Izzy’s bed. More chairs had been
brought into the room to facilitate their silent vigil. She had not stirred.
Heath still continued to hold her hand. He was willing his strength to her.
It was Jarrod who noticed the man waiting quietly in the doorway.
“May I help you Reverend?”
“It was I who was going to offer. I spoke with the doctors. Is there anything I
can do?”
Nick had looked up, but not joined in the conversation, as had
Jarrod scanned the room. “Pray for her.”
“I have been. May I join you?”
“Yes, thank you.”
Heath’s breath caught in his throat as the slightest of moans escaped Isabel’s
lips as the cool cloth touched her face. He released the breath and encouraged
her.
“Come on Bella. Open them beautiful greens eyes. I know it hurts, but ya gotta
open ‘em.”
Every eye in the room was glued to her face. They held a collective breath and
prayed for her to respond to Heath. Nick lost all patience.
“Damn it Izzy. Open those eyes for Heath.” He was rewarded with a scowl from
Victoria and another moan from Isabel.
“That’s it sweetheart. Open your eyes for us.” Victoria joined the chorus of
encouragement, albeit more quietly then Nick.
She heard the voices. They were encouraging her to open her eyes. Didn’t they
know she couldn’t? It would be too hard. Everything was too hard now. Even
breathing was an effort. She longed for relief. She wished for the pain to pass
and let her sleep. But still the voices called to her. She vaguely felt a hand.
It was rough and calloused, but oh so strong. She felt it willing her forward.
She wanted to deny it, but it was not to be. She slowly opened one eye. As the
world came into a hazy focus from that tiny perspective, she saw her dream come
true. Heath.
She attempted to smile, but found herself unable to draw even that much
strength. “Hea...” Was all that would come from her lips.
“I’m here Bella. We are all here.” He gently lifted her head and offered her a
small drink of water.
She heard the fear in his voice. He knew what she did. She was dying. She
summoned up reserves from somewhere deep within. “I love you.” It was quiet. It
sent waves of terror through Heath. She was giving up the battle. She was
dying. He turned desperately to the man at the window. He read the blond man’s
thoughts. It was not the first time, nor sadly enough, would it be the last.
He opened the bible that never left his side and turned several pages.
Nick cried out. “NO!”
(30)
“You can’t give up on her!” Nick was lost in his pain. He had no idea why Heath
was giving up, but he wouldn’t.
Heath turned on his older brother, shutting him down with a mere glance. Once
Nick was silenced, he turned back to Isabel. “Bella, stay with me here. Don’t
go to sleep yet. The reverend here has a little surprise for us.” He glanced
quickly back at Nick and emphasized his next words. “He’s gonna marry us.” No
one reacted. Heath suddenly decided that she would either fight to be married
to him, or it would ensure their destiny in the afterlife at least. It would
make their temporary parting easier. If she was going to die, she was going to
die, Isabella Barkley, as she was always destined to.
“Come on Bella. Wake up, you gotta say “I do”. For real now.”
She heard his words, but her body was so tired. She opened both eyes this time
and forced her lips to turn up. It was not much, but it was enough. Relief
washed over Heath at the sight, but her words caught him off guard. He had used
them himself once before.
“Nooooot like thisssssss.”
He laughed. “So when?” He was pushing her and he knew it, but his heart told
him this was the only way to keep her fight alive. She always responded to a
challenge or fight.
Incredible as it would seem, her voice was even quieter, but he heard her. She
was using precious energy. “Wrong proposaaalllll”
He smiled. He felt his hope exploding. Those doctors didn’t know anything about
their patient. After all, Hope was her middle name. He knew he had to let her rest. He had
achieved his goal. The fire had been lit. “Damned if you aren’t the most
difficult woman!” He leaned in and boldly kissed her lips, but briefly.
BVBVBVBVBVBVBV
Dr. Timbers was never more pleased to be wrong, although he had not been far
off. Isabel had not only survived the night, but a second operation as well. It
seems that had not gotten everything repaired and two days later, she was again
at deaths door. He emerged confident she would begin improving. The persistent
fever from her injuries had been alternating between deadly and mild. The ups
and downs were wearing out not only the family, but also the staff who fought
just as hard to save her life.
After five longs days of struggle, she appeared to be finally showing some
improvement. She had not wakened since the first episode, but they managed to
get small sips of water and broth into her. They had come too far to have her
fail now. Audra had joined them and was taking shifts along with the rest of
her family.
Heath had barely left her side and when he did it was never more then a few
hours. He slept in the chair at her side, often with his head slumped on the
edge of her bed. He ate the food brought to him by his family and occasionally
returned to Jarrod’s to change his clothes. Nick found his brother’s devotion
moving. Heath was a man of action and this vigilance was contrary to his world.
Yep, these two were meant to be.
After a week, Dr. Stanton performed the operation on her leg and both were
encased in plaster. At this point, both doctors felt it would not be long,
before they might expect her to awaken. Smiles and heartfelt hugs were the
expected response, but then the doctor refocused them.
“She is by no means healed. It will be a long and painful recuperation. She has
some serious injuries.”
“It doesn’t matter Doc. As long as we have her, we can help her through
anything.”
“I hope so.”
The group grew sullen at the tone of his words and waited for him to continue.
“Her legs will be out of order for at least 2 months. I suspect they will need
even more time, as her body can’t focus on healing them exclusively. Then she
will need therapy to rebuild the muscle. And we still have to see how the
shoulder is coming along. The swelling has gone down, but it is only one sign.”
“That’s not a problem doctor. We will do whatever is necessary.” Victoria
sensed there was more to Isabel’s problem, then had had mentioned. “There is
something else, isn’t there?”
“Perhaps I should speak privately with you?” He directed his gaze at Victoria.
“We have no secrets. Please, share.”
He collected his thoughts. News of this kind was never easy to deliver about a
young woman. “The bullet did a tremendous amount of damage inside. In its course,
it passed completely through one of her ovaries. Do you know what these are?”
“No.” Nick answered. He knew only that females had different anatomy. He had
never bothered to study it, nor was it commonly taught in regular schooling.
“We are not exactly sure how the human body works. But we know that ovaries are
very responsible for conceiving children.”
Heath’s mind was clear. Isabel would live. This new news didn’t faze him. All
he cared about was Isabel’s life.
Victoria sought to clarify the doctor’s words. “So she won’t conceive
children?”
“No. It is still possible. A woman has two ovaries. She may yet conceive,
but...” His words trailed off.
“But what?”
“There may also be a lot of scar tissue. This may prevent her from carrying a
child.”
“But she is gonna live? She is out of danger?” Heath seemed to be ignoring the
conditions the doctor had just revealed. The family turned to him, confused at
his reaction.
“There is still the possibility of infection, or pneumonia, but she seems to be
on her way to recovery. But, Heath.” They had long since dropped the formality
of last names. “How will she deal with this latest news? Her mental and
emotional state is paramount to her recovery. A depression could change things
dramatically.”
“She’s alive and there are hundreds, hell maybe thousands of babies out there
we can raise. She’ll be fine. I’ll see to that.” His voice was confident and
strong. Tears welled in Victoria’s eyes, as she looked on her stepson with more
pride then she had ever imagined possible. He was right. She would be fine.
With the consultation over, Nick went to Izzy’s side. Heath would head back to
Jarrod’s with the rest of the family to clean up and had even agreed to dinner.
On the rare occasions that Heath left her side, Nick did not. He picked up the
book on the table and began to read. “The Three Musketeers.” He had felt it
very fitting and knew somewhere, Izzy was enjoying it.
The next afternoon, Isabella rewarded the family with an open eye. It was
brief, but sent waves of joy through the exhausted family. Later that same
evening, as Heath sat holding her hand, on this rare occasion, alone in the
room, something told him to look up. He did and intense sapphire eyes, met
passionate greens ones for the first time in many weeks.
“Welcome back Bella.” He spoke quietly, not knowing just how she was feeling.
Loud noises often caused him further headache when he woke up from an injury.
Before she could respond, he lifted her head and offered her cool water to
re-hydrate her surely parched throat. She smiled weekly and thanked him with
her eyes.
“tired…”
“Boy howdy, you should be, you have been through a lot. But you rest easy.
Everything is going to be fine.”
“No… you’re tired.”
He laughed. Here she was just waking up from her deathbed and she was telling
him he looked tired. He leaned in and kissed her cheek. “I’ll sleep when you do
my love.”
She closed her eyes and drifted back to her comfortable pain free world.
Somewhere in her muddled brain, she knew they needed to talk, but she was too
tired and was content to sleep in the comfort of his love.
(31)
Isabel continued to improve. Each day brought her longer moments of
wakefulness. Although the family relished these moments, they knew she still
needed the long healing sleeps. She was in a lot of pain and discomfort. Jarrod
and Nick had out of necessity returned to Stockton to conduct business.
Victoria, Audra and Heath stayed to care for Isabel. Isabel had even tried to
convince Heath to return to the ranch she knew he loved. But he wouldn’t hear
of it. He stated in no uncertain terms that his place was here, at her side.
“Heath. You’re place is at Nick’s side on the ranch. Not stuck inside a
hospital, where I sleep most of the time.”
“I want to be here.”
“But…” He did as he so often did, and placed his finger gently against her lips
to silence her.
“No buts, Isabel. Do you remember my letter?”
“I burned it.”
He laughed. “No, Not that one. I sent you another one.”
She thought for a moment. “I don’t remember another. What did it say?”
“I can show you.” He reached into his pocket and removed an envelope. “Vincent
left it at the house.”
Bella,
I can’t put into words how wrong I was. I
love you and I miss you.
When the world is silent, I hear your
voice. You’re where I belong. You are my shelter. When you’re around, there is
no one else alive in my world.
I understand your love of the swing. You
have shown me the magic of flight. I too, want to fly, but only with you. We
have come on quite the journey and I want to celebrate every moment. Even
recent events, for they have shown me the depths of my love for you.
It is when you say you love me, that I
know that I am alive. I need you back. Please forgive me.
Heath
He looked up at Isabel and tears fell down her face. He wiped them away. “I
love you Bella. I couldn’t be anywhere else but here.”
“I need you too Heath.”
*****
It had been necessary for her to undergo yet another operation on her shoulder.
Dr. Stanton however proclaimed it a success and declared confidently a full use
of her arm again. The relief was short lived, as Isabel suffered a set back
after surgery. She developed a fever and spent several days very ill again. A
week later, she was again on the road to recovery.
She had been sitting up in bed for several days and was relishing the change of
position. On top of that, she was alone in the room. She appreciated the
comforting presence when she woke, but she knew it was hard on her family and
selfishly enjoyed these rare moments of privacy. Times when she needn’t hide
the twinges and grimaces brought to her face from her body.
She hadn’t remembered anything. Heath had told her that it had been Vincent
threatening her all this time. She reassured her that he was dead and would
never bother her again. He knew it bothered her to not recall. He did his best
to soothe her. She had been drugged and suffered a severe head injury; if she
was meant to remember, she would in time. He was glad she didn’t remember.
There had been no way of knowing if she had been raped by Layton or not. He
preferred to think she hadn’t, but was prepared if she had.
Heath knocked softly and entered her room. “Howdy Bella!” From behind his back
he pulled out a large bouquet of yellow roses. “For the most beautiful woman in
the world.”
She smiled and accepted them and leaned forward to smell the fragrant flora,
again hiding the twinge that rent through her side with the simple motion. She
longed for the day when she could move freely again. Looking at her cast legs,
she sorrowed a bit.
“Thank you.”
It scared her. He seemed able to see right through her, read her mind. “It will
pass Bella. I promise.” He sat on the edge of her bed and leaned in to her and
captured her lips. It was gentle, but filled with passion and love. She
returned in kind, enjoying the nearness of him and the smell that filled her
nose.
“You are too good to me. This must be driving you crazy, you should return to
the ranch.”
“As a matter of fact, we are going home.”
“We? Going home?”
“Surprise! We’re hooking up the train car and heading home day after tomorrow.
Doc Timbers agreed. Course it didn’t hurt that mother offered him a vacation on
the ranch. He’ll be coming with us.”
He watched the sorrow envelop her face. “Bella?”
“Home?” She captured his eyes and held them, transmitting her unvoiced message.
“It was my fault Bella. I over reacted. It is as much your home. I can only
hope you can forgive me.” His voice broke and tears threatened to spill from
his eyes. “You wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t been so thick skulled.”
She struggled for the words to take away his pain. “It was no one’s fault but
my own Cowboy. I don’t know why… I tried to figure it out. I don’t think I was
ready for marriage Heath. No matter how much I love you. This is all my fault.
I am so sorry to have hurt you.”
Tears did roll down her face and he quickly moved to take her sobbing shoulders
in his arms, careful not to cause her any undo pain. “Maybe we’re both a pair
of fools. Kinda makes it even more right for us to be together.”
She smiled and settled into the comfort of his arms. It felt so good. She
didn’t even notice the pain she might have felt. “I love you Bella. I have
never been so scared and alone as I was when you got hurt. I just… You complete
me and I can’t lose that ever again, ya hear?”
She spoke softly to his shoulder. “I love you too Cowboy. I was so miserable
with out you. I…” She stopped. She couldn’t’ tell him that she had prayed for
the end of her life. It didn’t matter now. He knew the depth of her feelings.
“I wanna come home.”
Heath had honestly not thought about the doctor’s words on their future
children. It hadn’t mattered to him. He had let it drift from his thoughts. He
hadn’t mentioned it to Isabel and neither had anyone else. On the occasion when
it had entered Victoria’s mind, she left it to her son and the doctor. Victoria
agreed that Isabel had enough to deal with now.
There was difficulty loading Isabel onto the train car. Much to her
disappointment, a stretcher was summoned and used to transport her to the waiting
bed. Dr. Timbers then dosed her with laudanum to alleviate discomfort from the
sway of the train across the tracks.
She was just wakening when they arrived in Stockton. Despite the affects of the
drugs, she was excited to be so close. It was short lived, as another dose of
the medicine, sent her into a deep slumber for the ride back to the ranch. When
next she awoke, she was alone in her room. Someone, she suspected Nick, had
filled it with flowers. Despite still being confined to a bed, it felt good to
home.
Dr. Timbers conferred with Dr. Merar and caught his colleague up to speed on
what had happened and what was to happen. After spending several days, he
returned to San Francisco. He made arrangements for a nurse who knew
specifically how to care for Isabel’s future needs to arrive soon.
It was late summer and the heat was becoming unbearable. Isabel suffered more
due to the heavy casts on her legs. She tried to stifle her complaints, but the
boredom of her confinement, despite the family’s best intentions to the
contrary, was wearing thin. The time left to her own amusement was also
ushering in lost memories of her time in Vincent’s custody. She hadn’t shared
this with anyone. She was afraid if she mentioned it, it would only make the
matter more real.
She was in rare form that day and had been testing the patience of the women of
the house all day, including her nurse, Dominique. When Heath and Nick returned
hot, sweaty and tired from a long day on the range, it was obvious all tempers
were short. Jarrod strolled in and was disappointed to be met by less then
enthusiastic greetings, despite the good news he brought. As they neared
dinner, Heath decided he was ready to brave the tempest and he carried a dinner
tray for two up the stairs.
“Evening Bella. How are you today? I got a wonderful, romantic dinner for two
for us. And Silas made you some of that raspberry pie you love so much.” He
waited for a response, but received none. “Bella?”
“I’m not hungry. Just go and eat with the family.” Her words were dark and
angry. He knew she was fed up with lying in bed. Lord knew he had no idea how
she had been handling it so far, as well as she was.
“I been gone the whole day, working under the hot sun and I was hoping for some
time with my best gal.” He laid the tray across her lap.
Her demeanor changed and she seemed to soften. “I’m sorry. I know it’s hot out
there. I sure wish I could have brought you out a nice cold canteen of
lemonade.” Suddenly her voice rivaled Nick’s and she used her good arm to throw
the tray off her lap. “BUT I CAN’T LEAVE THIS DAMN BED!”
Heath had jumped back from the sudden explosion. He watched her face, trying to
hold herself together. She was losing the battle before his eyes and he moved
to sit on the bed and pulled her into his arms. She attempted to fight him,
pounding her fists into his chest, but he held fast. She cried.
When she had at last settled down, Heath moved back and took a cloth from the
table to wipe her tears.
“I’m sorry.” She looked over at the spilled tray and tears threatened to flow
again.
“No bother. Silas makes enough for an army. Nick will do fine without 5th
helpings.” She couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping her lips.
“I’m so tired of this. I know I should be happy to be alive, but I…”
“I know. But I got good news. Jarrod spoke with Doc Merar today. He’s coming
out tomorrow to remove your casts.” He expected her to scream with joy, but she
didn’t. She said nothing. “Bet you will feel a whole sight better and cooler,
with out those pesky things. Nick’s gonna get the wheeled chair down tonight.
Just think tomorrow, you can join us for dinner.”
She offered his good news a half-hearted smile. “What’s up Bella? This should
make you much happier.” He had no idea why she was so sad.
“I remember.”
He knew eventually she would remember what had happened, but still had held out
hope she wouldn’t. “Bad?”
“Scary. Heath. He killed papa and he wanted to kill you. He would have too. He
did things.”
He took her in his arms again as her tears again flowed freely. “Shhhh. Bella,
he’s dead. He’s not gonna hurt you any more. Its over.”
“I can still feel his hands on me.” Her voice had been barely above a whisper.
“Soon Bella. Those will be my hands you feel and he won’t be anything but a
distant memory.” To emphasize his point he ran his hands up her arms and then
down her back, slowly and gently. He felt her muscles relaxing at his touch and
it warmed his heart.
She pushed herself back and Heath panicked, wondering what had happened now.
“Bella?”
She laughed. “I’m sorry Heath, but it is too warm to be held.” He laughed with
her.
(32)
The casts were removed and Isabel was happy to expand her horizons. Dominique
helped her many times a day with exercises to strengthen her legs. She had not
even attempted walking yet, but would soon. When not in a foul mood, Isabel
liked Dominique a lot. They shared strong, independent personalities and
enjoyed many spirited conversations. Her looks deceived. She was smaller in
stature, with long light brown hair, normally pulled back at her neck. She had
large brown eyes, which often showed her depth of stubbornness. She was a match
for any of the Barkley men, especially Nick. In a way, she reminded Isabel a
bit of Victoria.
Heath and Nick had been conspiring to get Isabel on a horse. Although her
spirits were much better, she still suffered doldrums. On the two occasions
they had “kidnapped” Izzy, Dominique had caught them red handed. On the second
attempt she gave Nick a dressing down like he had never had before. While being
pushed back inside, she could barely stay in her chair with laughter, Heath
smiled at the glint in his brother’s eye. There was something brewing, and
Heath guessed she was just about as perfect a match for ol’ Nick Barkley, as he
had ever met.
It wasn’t long before Isabel was taking small walks. She tried very easily and
rested for a long time afterwards, but she was happy at her continual
improvement. It seemed the skull fracture had left her balance a bit off, and
she was in need of help. Time seemed to crawl in her world, but in truth it was
flying by. Summer heat had given way to glorious fall days. The air was warm
and the sun sparkled. It was already early October. Mother nature was blessing
them with a miraculous treat.
Isabel was now walking more, with the help of two canes. She was not allowed to
take stairs, nor venture past the garden. On that particular afternoon, Heath
had a treat for her. He had been sure to gain Dominique’s blessing first. In
the late morning, he hitched up the buggy and asked Silas to pack a picnic
lunch. He swooped into the parlor, where Isabel was reading.
“Ready to go?”
“Go? Go where?” He smiled at the excitement in her eyes and voice. She hadn’t
been outside the house in so very long.
“With me. First stop, the stables, I know an expectant mare that would love to
see her mistress. Then, on to lunch.”
“Oh Heath!” Was all she could say.
He moved quickly and swept her into his arms and carried her out the door to
the corral. The buggy was waiting and he gently placed her on the seat. He
disappeared inside the stable and returned quickly with Hera. Isabel was never
so happy as that moment. She watched Hera’s swollen middle and reached down to
stroke her. The horse backed up and reached in to nuzzle her long absent
mistress. Heath allowed them time together. He hadn’t seen Izzy so calm and
content in some time. It felt good.
He heard her whispering to her mare, as he often did his mounts. “Don’t you
worry girl. I will be there for you when this baby comes. Your son will carry
my son someday.”
Heath didn’t hear the rest of her words. His mind reeled. He hadn’t told Isabel
of the doctors concerns about childbearing. It had long ago slipped his mind.
He knew it would bother her greatly. He knew she might even call things off if
she suspected she would not be able to give him children. She was just
beginning to find happiness again. He couldn’t take that away from her.
Besides, the doctor hadn’t said she couldn’t have children. Just that it might
be difficult. They would cross that bridge when they reached it.
He returned Hera to her stall and moved in beside Izzy. He jolted the horse in
motion and headed out. Along the way, Izzy asked him to stop and put the roof
down so she could enjoy the sun on her face. He willingly obliged her. Isabel
wasn’t paying any attention to where they were going. Her heart knew. She was
lost in the sensations of nature.
In what seemed like no time at all, they arrived at her oak. If her legs could
have supported her bouncing, she would have been. Her happiness radiated from
every core. Heath couldn’t have wiped the smile from his face if he tried.
He spread out a blanket and then returned to gather the woman he worshipped
into his arms. He set her gently on the ground, against the tree trunk. He
retrieved the basket and they dined on a scrumptious lunch of roast beef and
potato salad.
“Bella”
“Yes Cowboy?” She cuddled closer to him.
“I gotta ask you something.”
She smiled wondering if he would propose or if they would skip that step all
together. “What would that be?”
“We both have these fiery tempers. And well…”
“Heath?”
“I just want us to promise we won’t ever do it again, no matter how mad we
are.”
“You mean leave?”
“Yeah.”
“I love you Bella, but I can’t promise we won’t ever disagree.”
“You’re right.” She offered him her hand. “No more running. If we have a
problem, we stay and deal. Deal?”
He took her hand, but then leaned in and took her lips as well. “Deal” was
mumbled through locked lips. He was relieved that she had understood.
Seeing that she was tired from the excitement, Heath snuggled up close to her
and she lay her head on his shoulder and fell quickly asleep. He relished that
afternoon. He felt the gentle rise and fall of her chest on his body and it
filled him with feelings of love. He listened to her breathing, and the birds
and the wind blow and knew that this was as close to heaven as he could find on
earth. He soon fell asleep as well.
They woke later and finished off the cake Silas had included. Heath stood and
stretched. Isabel enjoyed watching him move his body. He then bent over to
claim her.
“No Heath. We have plenty of sunlight. Let’s not go back yet.”
“Go back, no way. We have more important things to do.”
He carried her to her swing and set her down on the seat. Once he sensed she
was seated soundly, he moved behind her and gave her a light push, watching
careful to be sure she was secure. Convinced she was fine, he increased his
pushes. She was laughing and smiling. His heart again filled with uncontrollable
love for this woman. He wondered how he could have ever lost it and how close
he had been to losing her.
He suddenly reached out and stopped her. “Heath?”
He moved to face her and kneeled down on both knees in front of her. In that
moment, he knew that this was it. This is what she had wanted all along.
“I love you Bella.”
She laughed. “I love you too, Cowboy.”
“Marry me!” He reached inside his vest pocket and reclaimed the ring he had so
long carried.
“How long?”
“How long?” He was confused.
“How long do you want to be married to me?”
He didn’t even need to think. “For as long as you’ll have me.”
“That long huh?” They both laughed, and tears of joy formed in her eyes.
“So? Isabella Hope Winthrop, will you marry me?”
“Yes!”
Loving their private secret, they did not unveil their engagement to the
family. Heath had thought perhaps Nick’s birthday would be the right time and
Izzy agreed. She tied the ring to a chain and wore it around her neck.
Dominique had noticed while helping her with her bath one day, but said
nothing.
September passed and Isabel became increasingly stronger and more mobile. Dr.
Merar cautioned the family to continue to limit her activities. She was still
quite frail and still suffered bouts of unsteadiness. Riding was forbidden. She
had finally be able to gain back some of the weight she had lost and was
looking more like her old self again. She laughed and joked like her old self
as well. The entire family again knew peace and contentment. Being able to care
for herself now, she bid a tearful farewell to Dominique, who was returning to
the city. No one found it surprising that Nick found many reasons for trips
into the bay area.
Two weeks before Nick’s birthday, he and Heath were out mending fences on the
north ridge. They stopped for a break and Nick took on a serious persona.
“Little Brother. Ya know what I want for my birthday?”
“A weekly train ticket to Frisco?” For that he received a swat.
“You leave Frisco out of this. No. I want something more important.”
“What’s that big brother?”
“I want you to ask Isabel to marry ya. Get it over with. Damn it Heath. You two
have been through too much. It’s time.”
“Boy Howdy Nick. A man can’t just do this.”
“The hell you can’t. Get it done Brother. Get it done.”
For the next two weeks, each time they were alone, Nick nagged Heath for the
proposal. Heath said nothing, but smiled inside. He and Isabel had already
worked out the plans.
Isabel, for the first time in many years, took full part in birthday celebrations
for she and Nick. She had needed reassurance from Heath, but found herself
enjoying her day.
It had been agreed that Isabel would open her gifts in the morning and Nick
would open his after dinner. Nick had opened his last present and thanked Audra
for the new shirts, when he made eye contact with Heath.
“Well little Brother? Where is the rest of my gift?”
“Nicholas. What way is that to talk?” Victoria knew her boys would never be too
old for a reprimand.
“He owes me. I told him there was only one thing I wanted for my birthday and
he needs to GIVE IT NOW!”
“Boy howdy Nick. Calm down. I told ya, it doesn’t work like that.”
“What on earth is it that you want Nicholas?” Victoria was trying to figure out
what would be so important.
“I WANT AN ENGAGEMENT! RIGHT NOW, TONIGHT!!!”
Isabel feigned a mock gasp. “You and Dominique?”
“Ha Ha! Very funny. You know what I mean.”
The rest of the family was greatly enjoying the spectacle and secretly hoping
it was successful.
Heath took a deep breath, and sank to one knee. He took Isabel’s hand and
kissed it. Out of Nick’s sight, he also dared a wink.
“Isabel, will you kindly accept my proposal of marriage this evening?”
“WHAT THE HELL KIND OF PROPOSAL WAS THAT?”
Isabel scowled at him and he shut up. The entire family waited for her
affirmation. Their jaws dropped at her words.
“No. I can’t.”
“WHAT?” Although Nick’s was by far the loudest, the entire family had said the
same thing.
She and Heath both laughed. She reached into the waistband of her dress and
withdrew the diamond and emerald ring hidden there. Heath took it from her hand
and slipped it on her finger.
“I can’t tonight. I already did, a month ago.”
Jarrod led the cheers, as Nick stood silent and stunned. He turned to Heath,
who had just received a hug from Audra. “Why you…” He stopped his words and
reached out and grasped his brother into the biggest bear hug he could give.
“It’s about damn time!”
“I couldn’t agree with you more big brother. I couldn’t agree with you more.”
Jarrod left and quickly returned with a bottle of champagne and they toasted
the engaged couple. Everyone was ribbing them for their secrecy.
“I will find out about my grandchildren before they are 10 won’t I?” The family
laughed, but inside, Heath cringed. He wondered if his mother had made the
comment on purpose. He was distracted by the tired look on Izzy’s face and
moved to her side.
“It’s been a long day Bella. Maybe you had better say good night?”
Audra interrupted her response. “No. We have so much to plan. Please stay.”
“Audra, I need my wife to be rested enough to walk down the aisle. Now hush.
You got plenty of time to give her suggestions.
He escorted Isabel out the door and scooped her into his arms as they reached
the stairs. As was their ritual, she encouraged him to put her down at the top,
but he insisted on carrying her to her room and deposited her on her bed. He
then proceeded to relish kiss after kiss on her face and always ended meeting
her full and wanting lips. Each night left them closer and more breathless.
Some nights he feared that even with the door wide open, he would not stop, and
yet it continued.
“Maybe we ought to rethink our schedule?” He questioned after forcing his lips
from hers.
“Maybe.” She leaned in to him and pulled his lips back to hers. Their tongues
darting in and out of each other’s mouths dancing and tasting. They were
interrupted by a cough from the door. Nick’s undeniable silhouette consumed the
frame. They smiled at each other.
“Um, sorry to disturb you, but Thanks and congratulations!”
Izzy laughed. “Thanks and you’re welcome.”
“Now go on an git Brother.” Heath ignored his brother’s chuckle and reclaimed
Isabel’s lips.
33
The holidays were fast upon them. It was always very busy on the ranch, not so
much with work, but social engagements. Victoria had fought hard to throw the
couple a party, but both refused. Heath had finally won the battle, by pointing
out how easily Isabel still tired. The attention from a party might overwhelm
her. Isabel was slightly annoyed with his reasoning, but glad to not be the
center of a social.
For the same reason, Audra had lost her battle to host a Christmas wedding for
them. Audra was beside herself with annoyance. Izzy was like no bride she had
ever met. She didn’t seem the slightest bit interested in making any plans.
Audra and Victoria had gone so far as to have Miss Richards, the best
dressmaker in town, out to the ranch to discuss a gown. But Isabel had only
feigned interest.
What the family didn’t know, is that Heath and Isabel had already planned their
wedding day. They were quietly going about making arrangements in their own
time. Although they were tempted to rush, Heath had convinced Izzy to wait
until she was more recovered. He only half jokingly told her he wanted nothing
to interfere with their honeymoon. He had quietly ordered a new suit and she
had equally as quietly ordered her dress. Only Silas was privy to their plans,
as his help was needed. They hadn’t set a date. They both felt they would know
when the time was right. It would be impromptu, very simple and private.
After finally bidding good night to Heath, Isabel would lay in bed each night
thinking of her husband to be. She often found the heat seep into her cheeks
when she thought of him. She knew his kisses brought about sensations in her
body, but it was getting to the point where even the thought of him caused her
to tingle. She found herself tingling in places that she didn’t even know
could. It excited her further. She prayed Heath had the same reactions. She had
always felt she would save herself for her marriage night. Although it was not
often talked about openly, she knew women didn’t always. The closer they got,
the more she dreamed of not waiting.
She was also afraid. Despite having spent time in brothels, she really didn’t
understand the dynamics of men and women. Her father and Jezabel had sheltered
her from that side of the business. Heath was not like her. He most likely knew
what pleased him. How would she know how to please him? What if she was not
good at pleasing him? The thoughts tormented her more and more at night.
Shortly before Christmas, a solution came to her, and she began to sleep more
easily.
Christmas eve came and the family returned late from services and headed
straight to bed. Christmas morning was always a joyous time and no one wanted
to be tired. Isabel waited until the house was quiet and slipped from under the
covers. She threw open her wardrobe and pulled the package from the back. It
was a sheer silk negligee ordered for her wedding night. She slipped into it,
enjoying the softness as it slipped over her head and down her body. She
quickly added the robe and used some red and green silk ribbon to tie it. She
opened her door slowly, not wanting to be seen. Her heart was pounding in her
chest as she stole down the hall to Heath’s closed door. She had planned all
day for this moment. She had spent time softening her body and left her hair
long and curly.
She opened his door and slipped into his room. She watched him a moment in the
dim moonlight that bathed his bed from the window. He was sleeping, but
appeared to be dreaming. She smiled when she heard him murmur her name. He was
dreaming of her. Seeing this as an advantage, she moved silently to the other
side of the bed and slowly climbed in, so as not to wake him.
Isabel was right. Heath was dreaming of his future bride, and it was not a
dream he would share at breakfast. In his dream they were together as man and
wife. He took her in his arms and caressed her body. He felt himself growing
with passion for her. He kissed her, starting with her mouth and moving slowly
down her neck to the top of her shoulders. He began to alternate kisses with
small nips. She moaned with pleasure. He felt her hands moving up his arms and
then claim either side of his face. Their mouths met and tasted the passions
within. She too, traced his face with kisses. He groaned in delight as she
nibbled on his ear lobe.
The small part of him that knew he was dreaming was enthralled by the vividness
of his experience. However, the dream was becoming too intense. Heath suddenly
opened his eyes, but continued to feel her body on his.
“Bella?”
“Yes, Cowboy?” She licked her lips slowly and very sultry.
“Am I dreaming?”
She planted a huge, sultry kiss on his lips and moved her hand up his expanse
of exposed chest and curled her fingers in his chest hair. “No.”
He sat up quickly, throwing her back. “What on earth?”
She stood back on her knees. Her words came out with a confidence she was no
longer feeling. He saw the moonlight reflect off the tears in the corners of
her eyes. “I had another gift for you.” She indicated the ribbons at her waist.
“Care to open it?”
“No” He realized all too soon, that he had spoken too hastily. He saw the
disappointment in her eyes. “Bella, I appreciate the gift. But we were gonna
wait, remember?”
“Heath…” Her voice revealed her embarrassment.
“Bella. Just tell me what you were thinking.”
Her voice was small. “What if I don’t please you? I just thought maybe you
should know before you marry me.”
He laughed. “Bella. You could never displease me. I can’t wait either. But, we
gotta.”
“But Heath, we both want to.”
“Yes we do, but not like this. Bella. Making love for the first time is not
something you want to rush. It’s Christmas Eve. Nick will be up in few hours.
Is that what you want?”
The tears were falling down her cheeks, but slowly. “I just want you to be
happy with me.”
“I will be.”
“But, you know what you’re doing. I’m scared. You’ve been with other women.”
“Is that what this is about? Bella? I may have been with other women, but I
have never made love.” He watched her face turn from fear to curiosity. “I am
just as nervous about making you happy Bella. I’ll be making love for the first
time too. Don’t ya see? It is totally different when a man and woman love each
other. I want our first night together to last for days, with no interruption,
so we can get to know each other in every way.”
He wiped the tears from her face with his thumbs. “I love you. And I love that
you are worried about making me happy. It means a lot. But you have nothing to
worry about. We will learn together, when the time is right.”
He leaned in and kissed her. “Do you understand?”
“I love you Heath Barkley.”
“I love you.” He kissed her again. “Now git, before I change my mind. You look
mighty beautiful in that gown.”
She rose from his bed and left his room with no further words.
*****
The day after Christmas, two anxious people paced back and forth outside the
stable. Nick and Izzy were awaiting the arrival of the first foal of
Barkley-Winthrop. Things had gone very smoothly, and they were allowing nature
to take its course, but Heath had banned both of them, as they were agitating
the mare.
A short time later, Heath emerged. “Boy Howdy, you gotta come see this fine
boy.”
They hurried past him to see the beautiful colt. He was the image of his
father. Isabel stepped slowly to Hera and stroked her gently, murmuring praise.
Nick eyed the newborn.
“He’s a keeper.”
“Sure is. What’s his name?”
“Thor“ Isabel responded.
“Excellent” Nick took Isabel into his arms and gave her a big hug.
BVBVBVBVBVBVBV
Winter was passing. Along with the one-year anniversary of her father’s death,
Isabel caught a nagging cold as well. It depressed her, but Heath would hold
her and remind her that spring was coming soon. The family had all but given up
on wedding plans. The couple said nothing.
Spring came to the valley and everyone enjoyed the warmer days. Isabel was
feeling better then she had in many months. It was an unseasonably warm late
March evening and the family had gathered in the parlor, rather then the study.
They were enjoying the spring breezes through the French doors, which carried
with them the scent of spring flowers from the garden.
Jarrod had finally invited Bonnie Carson to visit the ranch. Victoria laughed
to herself, wondering if Jarrod and Bonnie would marry and indeed, if they
would visit the altar before Heath and Isabel. She and Jarrod were playing
chess, with Nick annoying his older brother by pointing out moves. Bonnie was
enjoying getting to know this family. She often gazed into Jarrod’s eyes and
saw them together in their old age, but she knew he needed time.
Isabel was standing just outside the doors on the patio when Heath approached
and snuck his arm around her waist. She relaxed into him. She sighed and
commented on the beauty of the week. He agreed. She turned and looked into his
eyes.
“Branding starts next week.”
“Yep.”
“So now is a good time to spend some time together.”
“Wanna have a picnic tomorrow?”
“Yep.” He claimed her lips.
(end)
The next morning dawned just a beautiful as the last. The family gathered for
breakfast and Heath was late in joining them.
“Silas, have you seen Heath this morning?” Victoria asked.
“Yes Missus Barkley. He done rode to town early.”
“What in the blazes is he doing riding into town at this hour?” Nick directed
his question to Izzy. Who simply shook her head.
Minutes later, Heath strolled into the room and took his seat at the table.
“Why are you riding into town at the crack of dawn?”
“Well now Nick, not that it is any of your business, but I had to see a man
about an appointment later today.”
“At this hour?”
“Yep.”
“WHAT? This is a working ranch. We don’t have time for you to be off
gallivanting around today. We start branding next week.”
“Well, I sure am sorry Nick. I was kinda hoping you would come along.”
“Someone’s got to do the work around here.”
Heath’s lopsided smile wasn’t fooling Victoria. She knew instantly what was
afoot. “May I come Heath?”
“Yes Mother, I was hoping you would. As well as Jarrod and Audra and Bonnie, of
course.”
Nick grumped. “Izzy not invited to your little meeting?”
“She’s the star.” He looked at his brother, who had not figured it out. “Nick,
Izzy and I are getting married this afternoon. We sure would like it if you
could clear some time around 3pm to meet us down by the oak.
“What? You take forever to propose and then say nothing about a wedding and
then spring it on us the morning of it?”
“Yep.” Everyone was smiling at the turn of events.
“3 o’clock you say?”
“Yep.”
“Might just as well take the morning off and us brother’s go fishing. Groom’s
bound to be nervous and all. Whatcha say Jarrod?”
“Sounds like a wonderful plan. If the ladies can do without us?”
It was Isabel who assured them, the ladies would be fine.
As the women flurried about the house preparing, the brother’s were relaxing by
the river, catching no fish. Heath had been quiet for some time.
“I can’t do it you know. I can’t choose just one of you to be my best man.”
“It’s easy. Jarrod.” Heath and Jarrod were surprised. Nick continued. “ I don’t
want to be the best man.” He watched the frown crease Heath’s face. “I wanna
give the bride away.” They all smiled.
Isabel, Bonnie and Audra rode to the meadows of the south pasture and picked
spring flowers to carry in the morning. After a small lunch, the ladies
adjourned upstairs to prepare for the afternoon. Bonnie took Isabel aside and
thanked her for sharing her special day. She hoped Isabel did not feel she was
intruding. Izzy assured her she was happy to have her there.
After a luxurious bath, Isabel revealed the dress she had ordered for the
event. It was simple, yet elegant. Long ivory sleeves and a snug bodice with a
tastefully revealing sweetheart neckline gave way to a flowing skirt. Its
beauty was in its simplicity. Victoria chatted warmly, recalling her own
wedding day for the girls present, as she used a buttonhook to get Isabel
finished. As Victoria buttoned, Audra wove flowers in a wreath for Izzy’s hair.
They were both amazed at Isabel’s calm demeanor.
After fishing until well after lunch, the brother’s returned and began their
own preparations. Victoria and Audra kept Isabel firmly entrenched in her room.
Jarrod and Heath rode out early with Audra, Bonnie and Victoria. Nick would
follow shortly with Isabel. He knocked at her door, after the others had left.
“You ready?” He was saying as he entered, and then lost all words as he saw
her.
“Wow. Dizzy. You look…”
She smiled. “Will he like me?” She was like a little girl searching for
reassurance.
“He loves you. Course, he’s not gonna be breathing. Ready?” He held out his arm
and she took it.
As they set out in the buggy, she asked Nick if they might make a small stop.
He had read her mind and was already on course. They pulled up a short distance
away and he helped her down. She went forward on her own.
She carefully knelt at the foot of her parent’s graves. “I’m marrying Heath
today. I know you would approve. Heath’s a good man. I love him so much. I only
wish you could be here in person. Heath swears you will be there, along with
his mama. I hope you are happy for me.” After a few minutes of quiet, she rose
and rejoined Nick.
“Am I doing the right thing Nick?”
“What? Marrying Heath? You’re kidding right?”
“There are so many reason not to. I can’t cook. I can’t sew. I don’t do normal
housewife things.”
“He doesn’t care about that Dizzy.”
“What about you?”
He was tempted to make a joke, but he knew her other fear. “Izzy, there is a
reason I am here with you right now. I’m ok. Some day I am going to find a
woman as perfect for me as you are for Heath. I appreciate that you want to be
sure I am all right. But you must know that I am.” He paused to read her eyes.
They were full of love and now understanding. “Now, lets go make you an
official Barkley.”
“Oh Nicky. You’re always here for me with just the right thing to say.
He kissed her on the nose. “And I always will be Dizzy. I always will be.”
Heath, waiting with his brother near the river, was also nervous and worried.
“Jarrod. Why am I nervous? We are meant to be, right?”
Jarrod chuckled. “No way Heath. I was hoping you would come to your senses.
With all you have been through, you might as well end it now.”
Heath was startled at first by his brother’s words, but then saw the sparkle in
his eye and joined him in laughter.
The immediate family was joined by Bonnie, Silas, Duke McCall and Dr. and Mrs.
Merar to witness the union of the couple. There was no formal order. Everyone
simply gathered around the pastor, John DeSutter, when they saw Nick and Isabel
approaching.
Heath stood speechless as Nick escorted Isabel to his side. He couldn’t take
his eyes off her. He didn’t understand how she could continue to amaze and
delight him. She grew more beautiful to him each second. Part of him wondered
if he was dreaming and would somehow wake up shortly. He wasn’t. The pastor
read several scripture passages and then asked the couple to face each other
for vows. In one of their secret meetings, they had arranged for a slightly
unorthodox ceremony.
“Please repeat after me.” Pastor DeSutter turned toward Isabel. “I take you
Heath, to be my husband.”
“I take you Heath, to be my husband.” She smiled and her voice was confident as
she repeated her vows.
“To have and to hold, in sickness and health, for richer and poorer.”
“To have and to hold, in sickness and health, for richer and poorer.” Tears of
happiness now welled in the corners of her eyes.
“To love, honor and obey him all the days of your life?”
“To love and honor him all the days of my life” The tears rolled down her
cheeks.
The group chuckled at Isabel’s refusal to say obey. The pastor debated his next
step, but seeing no negative reaction he continued by turning to Heath.
“I take you Isabella, to be my wife.”
“I take you Bella, to be my wife.” He saw only the beautiful face in front of
him.
“To have and to hold, in sickness and health, for richer and poorer.”
“To have and to hold, in sickness and health, for richer and poorer.” Never had
anything felt so right to him.
“To love and honor her all the days of your life?”
“To love, honor and obey her all the days of my life” He would obey her.
Anything she wanted would be hers.
The group again laughed.
“With the blessings of God…” His final proclamation was cut off by Nick’s
outburst.
“They haven’t said ‘I do’!”
Heath turned to his brother and silenced him. “We already did that, no need to
do it again.” He turned to the preacher and nodded.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
Heath swept Isabel in his arms and kissed her. The family and friends gathered
closer and cheered.
The kiss seemed never ending. Nick finally tapped Heath on the shoulder. “Um,
brother. Some of us would like to kiss the bride. Step aside.”
They parted and were rushed by the gathered guests. Shortly into their meal,
another wagon arrived. It was Philip Gordon, the local photographer. Isabel and
Heath looked at each other puzzled as he began to unload. Victoria answered
their puzzled faces.
“I sent a man into town earlier. I would not let this day go by with out
capturing it.”
“Thank you mother!” Heath leaned in and kissed her cheek. “You will never know
how much this means to me. Everything you have done for me.” She returned his
kiss. “As you have also given me.”
The family moved to the river and family photographs were taken, as well as
pictures of the bridal couple. Heath requested a special picture of Isabel on
her swing. She wanted one of both of them at the swing. All enjoyed a magical
day. There was laughter and teasing and many kisses by the newlyweds.
As the sun began to lower, the couple departed in one of the buggies for their
honeymoon. Jarrod drove them in to the station. Just before departing, he
handed Heath an envelope. “Go to this lodge, just north of town and give them
this note. They will be expecting you.” He winked at his youngest brother.
“Enjoy!”
“Thank you Jarrod. I’m sure we will.”
Epilogue
Heath and Isabel hadn’t worried about the train ride to San Francisco. They sat
side-by-side, arms entwined. Isabel fought her nerves and forced her mind to
rest, her body followed suit and she soon leaned her head on Heath’s shoulder
to sleep.
Heath was also anxious. The very nearness of Isabel to him at that moment was
driving him crazy. His wildest dreams would soon come true, and yet he was
afraid. Isabel had been through so much; she might not be ready. He was
prepared for this, but knew it would trouble her. He spent his trip thinking of
his new wife and planning his seduction.
They arrived in the city and hailed a carriage to take them to the lodge. They
had planned on a simple stay at a hotel. Jarrod’s gift intrigued them both.
They traveled quite a distance outside the city and finally arrived at a
massive, yet rustic looking lodge. After checking in as Heath and Isabel
Barkley, they were shown not to a room, but a suite.
Isabel’s mouth dropped upon examination of her honeymoon suite. It was huge.
Heath had scooped her into his arms and carried her across the threshold that
opened to a small hallway and led to a great room. A massive four-poster,
canopied bed dominated one half of the room, with thick drapes drawn back. The
other half of the room was filled with comfortable overstuffed chairs and
couches placed in front of an equally massive fireplace. Heath moved to stoke
the slow burning fire and the firebox alone was as large as he was.
Heath smiled at Jarrod’s choice. It was perfect, down to the fur blankets that
were neatly piled next to the fireplace. His excitement rose as he imagined his
wife mixed in among the furs.
The bellhop cleared his throat. “Mr. and Mrs. Barkley?”
Heath looked to him, but Isabel was not used to her new name yet. She looked at
Heath and then realized he was looking beyond her, so she turned.
He pointed to three pulls on the wall. “These are for service. You will not be
disturbed unless you ring for someone.” The couple smiled at each other. “The
first will summon a maid. The second summons a chef and the third the main
desk. Unless you have further questions, please enjoy your stay.”
Isabel found herself blushing. Heath answered. “None. Thanks.”
He moved past her and closed the door behind the bellhop. Isabel was watching
the fire, trying to gather her breath, which she found suddenly racing out of
her control and it was merely anticipation. Heath moved in behind her and
pulled her back to his chest and wrapped his arms around her. He nuzzled her
neck and placed small tender kisses there.
“I love you Mrs. Barkley.”
She turned to him and kissed him deeply. He ran his hands up and down her arms
and around her back. She responded in kind. After a few minutes, Isabel pulled
back.
“I think something is wrong here.”
He laughed. “Yep”
“Let me change.” She slowly extracted herself from his arms and moved to the
equally large washroom. Heath moved quickly to the fire, where he arranged the
soft furs. Once inside, Isabel discovered her problem. She couldn’t get herself
out of her dress. She slowly opened the door. Although he was surprised at the
speed at which she was returning, Heath’s heart skipped a beat in growing
anticipation.
She returned still dressed in her ivory bridal gown. She had large tears in her
eyes as she approached.
“It’s all wrong.” She wouldn’t meet his eyes.
“Bella, what?”
In a small quiet voice, she said simply. “I can’t get the dress off.”
He laughed. “That’s not wrong. That is even better.” He traded his lopsided
grin for a wicked one. “Come here.” She did as he asked and he turned her
around.
His nimble fingers deftly unbuttoned the first two buttons. Peeling back the
soft fabric, he placed a hot kiss on her back, followed by a moist breath. He
felt her shiver under his fingers and heard the first of what would be many
moans escape her lips. He continued this pattern until all the buttons of her
dress had been undone.
She turned to face him and captured his lips in a kiss. She was hoping to delay
the inevitable. She loved him, but in seconds she knew her clothing would be
gone, and the butterflies once again swarmed in her stomach.
He moved his kisses from her lips to her jaw line and then down her neck. He
stopped at the scar on her neck, evidence of a time so long ago. The first time
she had been hurt in his presence. He kissed and nibbled at this spot and
eventually moved on. He nipped and kissed his way along her shoulder, moving
his hand to clear the dress from his path. Reaching the end of her shoulder, he
moved in the opposite direction, repeating his path and actions. He again paid
extra attention to the scars on her shoulder as well.
Isabel had known the thrill of dizziness. Indeed, Nick had always called her
Dizzy. Never before had she known this level of lightheadedness. She was lost.
Heath’s kisses had claimed not just her body, but also her mind. She had no
clue if time was moving or if she was even breathing.
Her dress fell from her body as Heath moved it with his hand and kisses, and
all that remained was her corset and underskirts. He next moved his kisses down
her neck and to the soft mounds formed by her corsets. He brushed his lips just
across the tops and she inhaled deeply. She found her hands drifting up across
Heath’s back and moving to his shoulders. They roamed freely, exploring his
back and arms. Soon the natural drive took over and the couple that had been so
long denied, united in the ultimate passion.
* * * * *
She woke feeling warm and alive. She nuzzled into her husband’s solid chest and
tried to recall with great detail the previous days. A blush came to her cheeks
as she relived their passions. She had no idea her body could feel or respond
to him as it had. She was sure there wasn’t a spec of her body he had not
claimed. Emboldened by his loving, she had also explored his.
The only moment of remote tension had occurred when Heath had rolled onto his
stomach. She sat near him and rubbed his shoulders and moved her caressing
hands down his back. She heard his deep sighs and continued. Soon she was moved
to kiss him. She leaned over and began to lightly kiss each scar on his back.
The scars were not new to her. She had often seen him working without a shirt,
but he tensed at this intimacy. He tried to roll back over.
“Hold still Cowboy.” She continued the light kisses, moving on from scar to
scar.
He continued to resist. “No Bella. They are the past. Please…”
She leaned in further, placing her mouth near his ear. She couldn’t resist a
nibble or two on his lobe. “You belong to me now, right? That means everything
about you belongs to me, your past, present, and your future. I love you Heath
Barkley, all of you and these now belong to me.” She returned to her previous
trail of kisses and was rewarded with the relaxation of his body.
Heath lay there, enjoying her attentions, and couldn’t help but reflect on the
last couple years. He tried to imagine his life without the rush that was
Isabel. He couldn’t. He smiled. Life with Isabella Hope Winthrop Barkley would
never be boring.
He did finally turn over and watched his wife’s smiling face. “And just what is
going through your mind Bella?”
“This has been so amazing…”
“But?”
“No buts, just a thought.”
“And that thought is?”
“It would be absolutely perfect and fitting, if we have already made a baby.”
Heath’s heart cinched up. “Well, you know what the preacher said. ‘Love bears
all things.’”
She swatted him. “I don’t think that’s what he meant.”
Heath said nothing, but in his heart, knew it was what he had meant. He pulled
his wife into his arms and held her tight. He was never letting go.